Next morning by the rising sun, She, with her maries fair, 90 Walk'd to the fields to see the plow, And meet the hireman there. "Good morn, good morn, my lady gay, I wonder much at you, To rise so early in the morn, 95 While fields are wet wi dew, To hear the linnets on the thorn, And see the plow-boy plow." "But I wonder much at you, young man, I wonder much at you, 100 That ye no other station have Than hold my father's plow." "I love as weel to rise each morn As ye can your maries fair; I love as weel to hold the plow 105 As I were your father's heir. "If ye love me, as ye protest, And I trust weel ye do, The morn's night at eight o'clock, In gude green wood meet me." 110 "Yes, I love you, my hireman chiel, And that most tenderlie, But when my virgin honor's gone, I soon will slighted be." "Take ye no dread, my lady gay, 115 Lat a your folly be; If ye com a maiden to green wood, You'll return the same for me." The lady she went home again Wi a mary on every hand; 120 She was so very sick in love, She could not sit nor stand. It was a dark and cloudy night, No stars beam'd o'er the lea, When the lady and the hireman met 125 Beneath a spreading tree. He took the lady in his arms, Embraced her tenderlie, And thrice he kiss'd her rosy lips Under the green wood tree. 130 "Hold off your hands, young man, I pray; I wonder much at thee; The man that holds my father's plow, To lay his hands on me." "No harm I mean, my winsome dame, 135 No impudence at a'; I never laid a hand on you Till your libertie I saw." "It is a dark and dismal night, 140 The dew is falling down; I will go home, least I should spoil My cap and satin gown." "If you are wearied so soon, Why did ye tryst me here?" 145 "I would not weary with you, my dear, Tho this night were a year." When morning beams began to peep Among the branches green, The lovers rose, and part to meet, 150 And tell their tale again. "Ye will go home unto the plow, Where often ye hae been; I'll tak my mantle folded up, And walk i the garden green. 155 "The barone and my mother dear Will wonder what I mean; They'll think I've been disturbed sair, When I am up so soon."